Yan Huo
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The Wife He Killed Returns To Destroy Him
Mafia I stood center stage in a wedding dress worth more than a small country, waiting for my final fitting.
For seven years, I had trained to be the perfect mafia wife for Ethan, the future Don.
Then the door slammed open.
Ethan’s underboss walked in, hand on his gun, looking at me with zero respect.
"The wedding is off," he said.
"Ethan had an accident. He lost his memory. He doesn't remember the pact, and he doesn't remember you."
Desperate, I drove to his private villa to help him remember.
But I didn't find a confused patient.
I found Ethan lounging on a sofa with a model on his lap, his hand sliding up her thigh.
When he saw me, his eyes weren't blank; they were cold and annoyed.
He hadn't lost his memory. He just wanted to void the contract without a war.
To get rid of me, he ordered a hit.
My car was rammed off a cliff that night.
As I hung upside down in the wreckage, bleeding and broken, I heard his voice outside.
"Make it look like a drunk driving accident," he told his men.
"I don't want any loose ends."
He walked away, leaving me to die in the rain.
But he made one fatal mistake. He didn't check if my heart had stopped.
They buried an empty coffin, and Ava Miller officially died.
Two weeks later, a woman named Olivia Carter opened an investment firm across the street from his tower.
I remember everything, Ethan.
And I’m going to burn your empire to the ground. The Wife He Underestimated
Romance My daughter Lily and I drove seven hours to Austin, a surprise visit meant to finally reunite our fragmented family with Mark, my husband. After six months of living apart for his big promotion, I craved our happily ever after, a fresh start.
But as we pulled up, I saw him laughing, grilling with a younger woman – Ashley. The supposed reunion shattered when I scrolled through his phone: "Ash B" with heart emojis, secret trips, lavish gifts. My world crumbled when my daughter, wide-eyed, even called her "Auntie Ash."
His "mistake," as he called it, quickly escalated. He tried to gaslight me, his family lectured me on forgiveness and the financial impossibility of my single motherhood. Then, he stooped to the unthinkable, kidnapping Lily from school, sending me manipulative videos, and telling me I' d "never see her again" if I didn' t comply.
How could the man I loved, the father of my child, systematically deceive me and weaponize our daughter? Alone, without an income, everyone seemed to agree I was irrational to fight. Was this my fate: to be broken, discarded, then lose my child to a cheater?
But they hadn't seen the fire within. While they thought they' d broken me, I was secretly hiring the best lawyer, a private investigator, and rebuilding my career. He underestimated me. Now, the battle for my daughter, and my life, was just beginning. Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath
Modern I walked into the master suite clutching a positive pregnancy test, convinced this tiny plastic stick would finally mend the cracks in my relationship with Braeden Randall. I was ready to tell him we were starting a family, that our future was finally secure.
Instead of a celebration, a heavy manila envelope struck me in the chest, slicing my lip open. Photos scattered at my feet—grainy images of a woman who looked exactly like me entering a seedy motel with a stranger. Before I could speak, Braeden’s face twisted with a hatred so pure it stole my breath.
"I’m pregnant, Braeden! It’s yours!" I sobbed, shielding my stomach.
He didn’t hesitate. He called my baby "evidence of my filth" and delivered a kick so brutal it sent me crashing through a glass coffee table. As I lay amidst the shards, watching the white carpet turn crimson with the blood of my lost child, he simply adjusted his cufflinks and told me to "clean up the mess" before walking out.
Hours later, I was bound in ropes on a yacht during a violent storm. My stepmother, Brittny, leaned in and whispered the ultimate betrayal: she had murdered my mother, and now she was finishing me off. They threw me into the black, churning ocean like garbage, expecting the waves to swallow my secrets forever.
I sank into the freezing depths, fueled by the memory of that final, desperate flutter in my womb and the cold realization that my life had been stolen by a calculated frame-up. How could the man I loved turn into a monster in a single afternoon, and what else were they hiding?
Now, four years later, I’ve returned to Cloud City with a heart forged in ice and a genius son who looks exactly like the man who tried to kill me. I’m no longer the victim who begged for mercy; I’m a rising star auditioning for the lead in Braeden’s new production. The games are just beginning, and I won't stop until I've dismantled the Randall empire piece by piece. From Substitute Lover To Scorned Heiress
Modern I gave up my family's billion-dollar fortune to build a company from scratch with my college boyfriend, Bryant. I fought my father for him, believing our love was the one thing I could count on.
Then his childhood sweetheart, Kiley, came back to town, and I discovered the devastating truth: I was never his true love, just a convenient stand-in he chose because my smile reminded him of hers.
He moved her into his office, let her humiliate me, and even bought her a custom wedding gown in my name, trying to pass it off as an anniversary gift when I found it.
The night he came home smelling of her perfume and used his dead mother's memory to manipulate me, something inside me finally broke.
"You're all I have left," he whispered, holding me tight.
He thinks I'm the same naive girl who fell for his lies. But with my own family's empire now on the brink of collapse, I've already accepted an arranged marriage. And before I go, I'm going to burn his entire world to the ground. The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge: Rejecting Her Cheating Mate
Werewolf I was the Barron heiress, and everyone assumed Damien, the Head Warrior, was my fated match.
But the sickening scent of rotting peaches led me to the garden, where I found him pinning Eve against a tree.
He wasn't just cheating; he was admitting he only wanted me for the Alpha title, while calling that manipulative charity case his "true queen."
When I tried to cut off his funding, he declared war.
He sabotaged my saddle, leaving a silver shard embedded in my leg, and sneered that I was vulnerable without him.
Then came the ultimate humiliation.
At my twenty-first birthday party, in front of every high-ranking wolf, Eve and Damien played a deepfake video of me with Rogues.
Damien looked at me with mock pity, offering to marry me only to "hide my shame," while his six brothers stood as a human shield protecting Eve.
They called me broken. They thought I was defenseless.
But they didn't know I had already sent a message to the most dangerous wolf in existence.
Just as Damien tried to force his claim, the ballroom doors exploded inward.
The Alpha King walked in, eyes glowing gold, and pulled me against his chest.
"She is mine," he growled, silencing the room.
I looked at Damien and his brothers, holding up a silver USB drive.
"You destroyed my reputation to protect her," I whispered.
"Now, let's see if you still want her when you find out she's been sleeping with all seven of you."
I plugged in the drive. His Wife's Deadly Secret
Modern The emergency alert from my son Leo' s smartwatch vibrated against my wrist-SOS.
I found him face down in the pool, still.
My wife, Jessica, stood by the edge, phone in hand, a glass of wine beside her, looking utterly bored.
"He' s just faking it again, Liam. He' s trying to get attention," she said, as I pulled Leo' s limp body from the water.
My world shattered, and with it, a dam of forgotten memories broke.
My name isn' t Liam Hayes; it' s Noah Miller. I' d been in an accident, given amnesia, and then reshaped through countless surgeries into Liam' s spitting image-Jessica' s dead fiancé.
I had been nothing more than a replacement, a puppet in a life that wasn' t mine. To find out Liam wasn't even dead, that he was sleeping with my wife right under my nose? It was unbearable.
Leo knew. He knew Liam wasn't his father. That's why he fell in the pool. He didn' t fall, he sacrificed himself to expose the truth.
Jessica knew he was terrified of water. And she let him drown, to punish him for revealing her carefully constructed lie.
While my son lay dying, Jessica and Liam were celebrating their anniversary, taking smiling photos for the social pages.
The grief was suffocating, but a cold, hard rage solidified in my chest.
I cradled my son' s lifeless body, pulling out my phone.
My fingers trembled as I scrolled past Jessica' s name and stopped at Evelyn Reed, her mother.
When she answered, I said, "Evelyn, this is Noah Miller. I remember everything. Leo is dead. And it' s time for me to leave."
The party was over, and my vengeance was just beginning. His Fiancee's Lies, His Cold Fury
Billionaires The VIP wing of Miller Hospital was supposed to be a place of quiet luxury, a formality before my wedding to Olivia Hayes, the brilliant CEO.
Instead, it became a public spectacle when a male nurse, Liam White, launched into a vicious, calculated attack, slandering me with accusations of STIs and a shocking, fabricated abortion scandal involving a married socialite.
The whispers from onlookers ripped through the room, tainting my family's name and leaving me exposed, while Olivia, my fiancée, stood by, seemingly prioritizing appearances over my defense.
A cold rage simmered within me. How could anyone believe such disgusting lies, let alone my own fiancée? Why was she so passive, almost complicit?
Despite the humiliation, I agreed to further tests to clear my name. But the true betrayal struck days later at Olivia' s bridal boutique, where I discovered Liam, the man who tried to ruin me, brazenly wearing my custom wedding suit. He then deliberately destroyed it.
Just as Olivia defended him, a quiet whisper revealed the shocking truth: Olivia and Liam weren't just colleagues-they were lovers, conspiring against me, gloating over my pain.
In that moment, everything clicked. The muted reactions, the immediate hire, the fierce protection. It was all a lie.
The wedding was off. I threw her engagement ring onto a display table, the clatter echoing the shattering of my world.
"You' re a fraud I' ve been funding," I told her, exposing her financial deceptions to the stunned crowd.
My family' s formidable legal power swung into action. I sued them both, ripping away their carefully constructed facades, watching their alliance crumble into bitter accusations.
Their ultimate fate, a desperate struggle ending in a fatal fall, played out on the marble staircase of my new mansion, a chilling, final release.
I am free. And now, my story truly begins. The Wife He Couldn't Keep
Romance Ava Miller' s marriage to Ethan Hayes was a hollow shell.
He was charming in public, a ghost at home, leaving her alone in a king-sized bed feeling the gnawing loneliness of a woman yearning for connection. One evening, she found his emails.
A thread titled "Us" with her friend Chloe Vance revealed his shattering confession: "My dearest Chloe, this waiting is torture. I dream of the day we can finally build the future we talk about."
Ethan coldly admitted he married Ava for "image," adding "Nothing physical has happened with Chloe. Not yet."
Later, he ruthlessly offered a full divorce settlement in exchange for Ava' s kidney to save Chloe, making her literally pay for her freedom.
Post-surgery, Ava witnessed Ethan' s unwavering devotion to Chloe, a cruel contrast.
His ultimate indifference solidified during a restaurant fire when he shielded Chloe, leaving Ava to escape alone without a backward glance.
How could a man be so utterly heartless?
The final blow: Ethan' s drunken confession that Ava "meant nothing" and their marriage was Chloe' s scheme to stay close.
This calculated betrayal snapped every last tie.
With stark clarity and profound relief, Ava walked away, ready to reclaim her life and find genuine love. From Stand-In To Seen
Romance Ava Miller, a New York florist, felt a happy thrill as she prepared for a special night.
After six years with Ethan Davis, her childhood friend and secret love, she was finally ready to make their relationship official, dreaming of a future together.
But a casual pre-dinner stop at their favorite brewery brutally shattered her future.
Overhearing Ethan's friends, she discovered she wasn't his soulmate at all, but merely a "stand-in," a "comfortable" placeholder for his true, enduring love: Chloe Evans, who had just returned to town.
The beautiful roses in her hand suddenly felt like a heavy burden as her dreams disintegrated.
Witnessing Ethan's immediate, all-consuming concern for Chloe – even trivializing Ava's severe illness to attend to Chloe's tiny burn – alongside the harrowing discovery of his hidden "Chloe shrine," revealed years of devastating emotional neglect and a deeply rooted obsession.
Public humiliation and private heartbreak became her constant companions.
How could six years of devotion amount to such a deliberate, cruel deception?
The realization that she was merely a convenient imitation, a safe harbor while his heart remained tethered elsewhere, ignited a powerful blend of disgust, agonizing sorrow, and a simmering rage at the profound betrayal.
With an ironclad resolve hardened by this unbearable truth, Ava made a decisive click, cutting all digital ties.
She swiftly dismantled her New York life, selling her condo and quitting her job, determined to escape the shadows of Ethan's deceit.
But when a desperate Ethan tracks her across the country, begging for forgiveness, the "stand-in" must decide if she'll truly be free, or once again tempted by a past that refuses to die. Ninety-Nine Weddings and a Funeral for Love
Romance It was my ninety-ninth wedding to Ethan Carter, my Southern Belle smile frozen in place despite the whispers of Charleston society.
Suddenly, a hidden screen at the altar flickered to life. It showed Tiffany Hayes tearfully auctioning a fake heirloom, claiming Ethan was her savior while he loudly abandoned me to bid a million dollars on her manufactured drama.
Ethan then systematically unleashed horrifying abuse.
He locked me out and moved Tiffany into our home.
He dangled me from a skyscraper rooftop.
He brutally forced me to desecrate his deceased parents' tombstones.
And finally, he drugged, violated, and filmed me, before leaking the humiliating video online for the world to see.
How could the man I secretly saved, twice over, believe such monstrous lies and become my tormentor? How could he drive me to the brink of utter despair and into the embrace of the cold, indifferent ocean?
Yet, as the waves closed over me, a forgotten childhood promise and the unwavering dedication of my oldest friend pulled me back. I was ready to witness the devastating truth Ethan would soon uncover and the reckoning that awaited his betrayer. You might like
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Rabbit On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret
Rabbit My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine.
Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family.
To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset.
They both thought I was a broken doll they could control.
I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice.
She sang it, and now her career is over.
Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground. To Ruin Him, I Married His Rival
Rabbit Andrew Hebert, the man who promised to protect me, stood on a stage and announced his engagement to my tormentor. It wasn't just heartbreak; it was a business deal. He was selling me to a creditor to cover his gambling debts.
The applause of the powerful families was a death sentence, each clap sealing my fate as collateral. Andrew had paraded me here just to show everyone I was an asset to be liquidated, while his new fiancée smirked at me from the stage.
I was trapped, with no money and no one to turn to. The man I loved was leading me to the slaughter.
But as I fled into the library, a voice emerged from the shadows, deep and dangerous.
Damien Maddox. The Dark Don. The only man Andrew feared.
He offered me a different kind of cage, one with the power to burn Andrew's world to the ground.
With nothing left to lose, I looked the devil in the eyes.
"Take me with you." From Trash To Treasure: Masked Heiress
Yuan Xiluo I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld. Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
Dorine Koestler I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved.
He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again.
"Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports.
For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian.
In return, he treated me like furniture.
He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste.
I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home.
So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco.
I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage.
But I underestimated Dante.
When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat.
He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away. Stripper's Love: I Married My Ex's Uncle
G~Aden I'm a moaning mess as Antonio slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body.
My breasts bounce with every movement, my eyes roll back, and I moan his name without control. The pleasure he gives me is overwhelming-I can't hold it in.
I feel my walls tighten around his thick length. The pressure builds fast, and then-
I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me. He groans loud and deep as he releases inside me, his hot seed spilling into me in thick pulses.
Just when I think he's done, his grip shifts. He turns me over and lays me flat on the bed. His dark eyes stare into mine for a moment, filled with raw hunger. I glance down-
He's still hard.
Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pins me down, and pushes himself inside me again. He fills me completely. My hips rise on instinct, meeting his rhythm. Our bodies move together, locked in a wild, uncontrollable dance.
"You're fucking sweet," he groans, his voice rough and breathless.
"I can't get enough of you... not after that night, Sol," he growls, slamming into me harder. The force of his words and his thrusts make my body shake.
"Come for me," he commands, his voice low and full of heat.
And just like that, my body trembles. Waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, shaking with the force of my orgasm.
"Mine," he growls again, louder this time. His voice is feral, wild, like a beast claiming what belongs to him. The sound sends a shiver down my spine.
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Solene was betrayed, humiliated, and erased by Rowan Brook, the man she once called husband, Solene is left with nothing but her name and a burning hunger for revenge.
She turns to the one man powerful enough to destroy the Brooks family from within: Rowan's estranged and dangerous uncle, Antonio Rodriguez.
He's ruthless. A playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But when Solene walks into his world, he doesn't just break the rules, he creates new ones just for her.
What begins as a calculated game quickly spirals into obsession, power plays, and secrets too deadly to stay buried. Because Solene isn't just anyone's ex... she's the woman they should've never underestimated.
Can she survive the price of revenge? Or will her heart become the next casualty?
And when the truth comes out, will Antonio still choose her... or destroy her?
The Capo's Scarred Wife: A Vicious Comeback
Sofia Wade I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me.
But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest.
The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me.
They didn't.
Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her.
They let me burn to keep her warm.
When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages.
That was the moment Elena Vitiello died.
I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York.
By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring.
"You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them.
"Burn for it." My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss
Jia Zhong My husband, the Outfit’s most feared Consigliere, stood up and buttoned his suit jacket.
He had just convinced a jury that Sofia Moretti was innocent.
But we both knew the truth: Sofia had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini on her Valentino dress.
Instead of comforting me, Dante looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"If you make a scene," he whispered, gripping my arm until it bruised, "I will bury you in a psychiatric ward so deep even God won't find you."
To protect the Family alliance, he sacrificed his wife.
When I tried to fight back, he drugged me at a gala.
He let a private investigator take photos of me, naked and unconscious, just to have leverage to keep me silent.
He paraded Sofia around our penthouse, letting her wear my dead mother’s shawl while I was banished to the staff quarters.
He thought he had broken me.
He thought I was just a nurse’s daughter he could manage.
But he made a fatal error.
He didn't read the "committal forms" I handed him to sign.
They were divorce papers, transferring his assets to me.
And the night of the yacht party, while he toasted to his victory with my mother's killer, I left my wedding ring on the deck.
I didn't jump to die.
I jumped to be reborn.
And when I resurfaced, I made sure Dante Russo burned for every sin. His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Artist Returns
Zaccaria Linn On our fifth anniversary, my husband slid a black velvet box across the table.
Inside wasn't a diamond ring, but a fountain pen.
"Sign the separation papers, Aurora," Ethan said. "Ilene is spiraling again. She needs to see we are over."
I was the wife of the Mafia Underboss, yet I was being discarded for the Family Ward.
Before I could answer, Ilene stormed into the restaurant.
She shrieked that I was still wearing his ring and threw a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly at my chest.
As my skin blistered and peeled, Ethan didn't rush to me.
He hugged her.
"It's okay," he soothed the woman who had just assaulted me. "I've got you."
The betrayal didn't stop there.
When Ilene pushed me down the stairs days later, Ethan erased the security footage to protect her from the police.
When I was kidnapped by his enemies, I called his emergency line—the one meant for life-or-death situations.
He declined the call.
He was too busy holding Ilene's hand to save his wife.
That was the moment the chain broke.
As the kidnapper's van sped onto the highway, I didn't wait for a rescue that would never come.
I opened the door and jumped into the dark.
Everyone thought Aurora Bruce died on that pavement.
Two years later, Ethan stood outside a gallery in Paris, looking at the woman he had destroyed, finally realizing he had protected the wrong one. Too Late: The Don's Regretful Pursuit
Elisha Plasket I sat at the head of the mahogany table, the heavy heirloom emeralds around my neck marking me as the future Queen of the Cosa Nostra.
But the man beside me—Jax Viles, the most feared Don in New York—had his hand resting possessively on the thigh of the woman sitting to his right.
She wasn't his fiancée. I was.
The humiliation didn't stop at dinner. Jax moved her into my home, turned my dance studio into her closet, and when she pushed me down a flight of stairs, he stepped over my broken body to comfort her because she was "shaken up."
He started a bloody gang war just to defend her honor, yet ignored my desperate calls warning him of an ambush.
To him, I wasn't a partner. I was furniture—a fixture that was expected to be silent and useful. He would burn the world to ash for her, but for me, he wouldn't even skip a meeting.
So, while he was out celebrating his victory for her, I didn't wait for him to come home.
I left the engagement ring in the trash can next to the toilet.
On his desk, I left a single note: "I release you from the oath. I hope she's worth the war."
By the time he realized his mistake and came looking for his shadow, I was already gone, ready to become the Queen of my own life. 
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